well….
That last post wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.
Last night was the biggest bust ever. Really though, I wasn’t lying at all. I only offered to be the designated driver because I was told we were going to party after the bar. Driving to said party was also a bust, because everyone I was driving was beyond polluted, which is actually the worst thing ever. Getting to the ‘party’ and literally there was not a single person there, because they had left to go another bar, so I had to drive all the way back down the mountain to my cousins house, where everyone we went to the bar with earlier was.
Except all of thoes people were already drinking at the bar, so I was pretty much one of the only people there still sober, just starting to drink. By the time I finished my whoping 6 beers, everyone wanted to leave. We were there for literally half an hour, and everyone was ready to call it a night. Well I think we were there for a bit longer, because it was like 3am when I got home, but still I finished my beers super quickly and everything just went by so fast.
I never want to be a designated driver ever again, plain and simple.
I also fell off of my seat at the bar. Keep in mind I was sober. A bunch of us were sitting in a booth, someone asked to move to get out, and for some bizarre reason I though the bench was longer…but it wasn’t, I tried to slide over, but I just slid off, on my ass in front of everyone. It was cool though, I just tried to play it off cool, I don’t know how well it worked, but I fucking laughed my ass off, kinda hurt though.
Drunk people when you’re sober is shitty, especially guys that hit on you. One guy last night, at the bar, was the worst. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life, it wasn’t even flattering what so ever. Constantly yelling out that I’m beautiful in front of a bunch of people isn’t flattering, trying to give me a hug, but grabbing various parts of my body isn’t going to make me want you anymore, telling me that my friends aren’t pretty, and telling my friends to their face that they aren’t pretty, actually makes me want to kick you in the fucking teeth, because in reality those girls are fucking gorgeous. You’re lucky you backed off when you did, because I had plans in my head to punch you right in the fucking face if you came up to me one more time, and I wouldn’t hesitate, I was actually looking forward to doing it.
What a night.
That’s all I can say.
Also, I’m very aware you’ve moved on, really, I couldn’t be more thrilled. But you don’t have to sit there and try and rub it in, yeah I noticed, I don’t care too much though. Hm, I wonder why I was a bitch to you? This would be so much easier if we just remained friends instead of you making shit awkward.
